Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2009 03:36:26 -0400
From: boy hugs 55 (at) yahoo (dot) com
Subject: Bound To Be Fun
None of this is real, it is pure fiction. This storey contains explicit
scenes between underage boys and a young man. If this is not what you are
in to, fuck off, why are you here?
Please enjoy :D
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*DING DONG*
The bell rang and Michael waited awkwardly at the door. He was examining
the Thompson's mailbox as the door opened. He smiled at his parents' friend
Sharon as she beckoned him in.
"Now, the twins, are upstairs, there is some money on the counter for
pizza, and all the numbers you'll need are by the phone." She rambled to
the boy as she hastily fastened an earring in her ear and ushered her
husband out the door. The door closed and left the confused Michael
standing at the front door, alone. He'd been looking for a summer job for
weeks, but with the economy the state it was, he was forced to take up
babysitting. His mom had set him up with a family friend; they had two
young twin boys, both 10. Mike had met them before, a few parties here and
there, nothing really big. They always seemed to want to play with him, but
so did most of the kids at the parties. Mike wasn't one of the "popular
kids" by any stretch, he just got along with kids well.
He hadn't babysat for anyone since he was 15, but was desperate for cash.
Being 19 and having no job doesn't really balance well.
He made his way up the stairs, taking his time, he looked at the portraits
and vacation photos and bits and bobs that adorned the house. The family
seemed pretty normal, just your average double income family.
He heard shouting and headed toward what he assumed was the twins' room. He
pushed the door open slowly to see the two boys, sitting on the edge of a
bunk bed, playing Playstation. One looked over at him and his face lit
up. The boys jumped up yelling MIKEYYYY!! And attacked him immediately,
wrapping around his waste in a double bear hug.
Mike was a bit of a kid at heart, so he always got along with kids, it was
rare he found someone his own age that he could have as much fun with.
"So what are you guys doing?"
"Playing Grand Theft Auto!" the twin on the left said. Their names were Tim
and Todd, but he was still unsure of which twin was which. He just avoided
using names if he could.
"Aren't you a little young to be playing that game?"
"Nah, mommy and daddy let us do lots of things." The one of the right
chimed in. They hopped back onto their bed and continued their game. Mike
joined them on the bed with a smile.
Over the next few hours, they went through the regular babysitting routine,
play games, order pizza, play more games. Mike found out that the brother
with the freckles on his ears was Tim, and the one without was Todd. Other
then this feature, the boys were identical, short, slim, green eyes, short
red hair, pudgy cheeks, a fistful of freckles, and a smile that could kill
a goat.
The boys had FINALY tired of the console, and had resorted to wrestling
each other for some unimportant argument. As mike tried to break them up,
they had turned against him as allies. The three wrestled on the bottom
bunk, Mike was stronger then the boys, but they were fast, and could get
him from different angles. He tossed one off the side of the bed, and the
other attacked him from behind, it was an endless struggle. What the boys
lacked in strength, they made up for in energy, Mike was soon exhausted and
bruised from their tiny punches. He fell back on the bed with the two boys
pinning him down. One sat on his legs, holding his feet at bay, while the
other sat on his chest holding down his wrists above his head. "We win! Now
you're our prisoner!" Todd exclaimed as he straddled mikes chest.
"Never!" the older boy exclaimed as he futilely struggled against the
twins.
"That means you have to do whatever we say!" Tim yelled from his legs.
Pleading defeat, mike tried to rest while he could, "Ok! Ok... You win, I'm
your prisoner."
"No, now you're our SLAVE, you have to do everything we say!" The boy on
his chest said down to him.
"Yes sir."
"Say it! Say you're our slave!"
"I'm your slave." Mike said with a chuckle.
"Promise to do EVERYTHING we tell you to, for the rest of the night, or
we'll have to punish you!"
"I promise."
"SWEAR it!"
Mike was surprised at the seriousness in the boys tone, but swore none the
less.
The boys face lit up with glee as he hopped off his babysitter. "Make sure
he doesn't go anywhere." The boys nodded to each other as one left the
room. The other took up his brother position over Mike's torso; he was slid
up as far as he could go, his knees almost to mikes elbows, his butt firmly
on his sternum, and his crotch surprisingly close to his chin. Mike could
have easily flung his legs up and toppled the boy, but was too tired get
into another wrestling match.
The second boy came back into the room carrying some things mike could not
see due to his position. Todd approached his head "Close your eyes."
"Why?" Mike asked.
A swift punch to the stomach startled the older boy, it was too weak to
really hurt him, but he got the message. "You're our slave! That's why."
No sooner had mike closed his eyes did he feel something slipping over his
head, it was a mask, covering his eyes. A robber mask I guess. Mike thought
to himself, but as he opened his eyes he still could not see. "Hey, what
the?"
"You're our slave now, which means we tell you everything to do, so you
don't need to be able to see." Mike was confused, but thought it couldn't
hurt to play along with the boys. He could hear Todd rustling though what
he assumed were the objects he had brought it. He heard the clank of metal
and an odd swishing sound, among other things. Todd seemed to be taking the
lead in this game, while his brother Tim continued to hold mike down.
Mike finally heard Todd return to the bedside, his head was lifted off the
bed and something was wrapped around his neck. It was tightened to a snug
fit and he could feel something clip on to it. "What was that?" Mike asked
confused.
"A collar, so you know just who's in charge."
Mike thought about it, and though confused about why a dog collar had
anything to do with being a prisoner of war, decided there was a more
obvious question to have answered. "But, you don't have a dog, why do you
have a collar?"
"Our dad--" Tim started, but was cut off by his brother.
"Our dad used to have one, but it died." Before Mike was able to ask his
second question, the boy on his chest rolled off him and he was hoisted up
by his neck. The boy led him out of the room and down the hall, giving him
sharp tugs by the neck at any attempts to speak from his babysitter. He was
eventually sat onto a tall bed. You're our prisoner, and what we say
goes. You have to do everything we say without question, and if you
disobey, you'll be punished, got it?"
Mike was still confused about where this was going, "What kind of game is
this? And why don't I get to see?" Mike yelped a bit as his leash was
yanked forward, straining his neck.
"I said GOT IT?" Todd repeated more forcefully.
"Got it." Mike repeated reluctantly.
"Good. Now, take off your shirt."
"What??" the older boy was once again confused, but another sharp yank of
the leash hushed him.
"Looks like the prisoner isn't going to co-operate." A swish and a snap
accompanied a sharp pain on his back, "I told you, if you don't do what we
say, you'll be punished, now take off your shirt." Another snap. Getting
annoyed with where this game had turned to, he began to take off his
blindfold but was stopped by another yank at his neck. With another snap at
his back he turned his head to object but was distracted by his rapidly
rising shirt. His arms were lifted and his shirt forced off of his
torso. The leash was threaded through the neck and quickly retrieved.
Before Mike could complain about his now naked chest, his neck was pulled
backwards, causing him to choke temporarily until his back hit the bed. One
of the twins returned to his torso, pushing down his now fighting
arms. Still tired by their previous match, the other boy was able to
wrestle his left wrist down and quickly wrap something around it. Once it
was released and he attempted to use it in his defense he realized it had
been attached to something he was unable to move. Before he thought to
protect his other arm, it was also bound and attached to some immovable
object.
"Ok guys, that's it, this is gone a little too far." Mike was now fed up
with what he thought was a harmless game. "What did I say? You're our
prisoner, now if you can't keep quiet we'll have to make you stay quiet.
Off with his pants." The boy on his torso spun around and began undoing his
pants, his legs began to thrash in an attempt to defend himself but the boy
changed position and sat on his legs.
"I'm not kidding, you have to mmmffmmgglllll" His sentence was interrupted
by a large metal ring that was forcefully inserted into his open mouth, he
felt two straps wrap around his head and tighten to their limit. He began
to panic, the situation had definitely escaladed past a simple game. But
his legs were soon bare, spread and locked in to place. He pulled at his
restraints but was unable to move more than an inch in any direction. His
jaw was stretched open by the metal ring, and he was now wearing nothing
but his white boxer briefs.
The blindfold was finally removed from his head, and the twins crouched
over him, grinning widely. Who he presumed was Todd spoke, "Looks like
we've got you exactly where we want you. Here is how things are going to
work, you are our slave, we do whatever we want to you, and you do whatever
we want you to do, no complaining, no questions, no objections. We are your
masters for the rest of the night, and by the end of the night, you'll be
begging our parents to come back and babysit us." The boys moved off of the
bed, ignoring Mikes useless gurgles of objection.
He looked around, frantically, he was in what he assumed was the boys'
parents' bedroom. His wrists and ankles were wrapped in leather shackles
that were then chained to the thick wooden bedposts. The boys busied
themselves over a large box of, from what Mike could see, more leather
straps.
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This is the first installment :P I am unsure if I'll find the drive to keep
writing, but I'de like to get through at least the first night, heh.
If you would like to leave a comment, edge me on, or give some suggestions,
please email me at boy hugs 55 at yahoo dot com